Hayley just wouldn't take an answer for an answer.
No matter what excuse I used, she simply couldn't fathom a tomorrow where I didn't choose to spend it with Amanda. Not even the ol' trite-and-true family card could get her to fold.
"The thing about being your girlfriend's best friend is that I get to know about you as much as she does," she said, sprinkling milkshakes and stirring lattes, throwing shade at me with her gaze between every step of the process. "And I know you'd be with them because she would have told me that you'll be with them."
"Okay, why would she even tell you anything like that in the first place?"
"She doesn't. Not deliberately. But I have my ways."
"You're keeping tabs on me through Amanda? Like, you just go out of your way to ask about what I'm up to? There's being considered, then there's just being creepy."